Roses in our old beds Laying unmade Are only wilting While they rest And the ones we tend to Grow mature Sand is only blacker The closer to the coast Tightly packed beach In between your toes Lit by a sunset Closing down the world It’s time to go home It’s time to go homeContinue reading “Adrift Key”
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Ares 5
Sand world Double-ringed Shattered nebula Surrounds it Like an atom smashed Explosion stretching Across clouds and Melted glass revolutions
Washed Up
Raptors
A wander A desert A lightless sky A blackened kind Of night a crime For void to shine Glittery grey grains In wind to wind Up dunes so fine Sandstorms to blot The suns and blind Million million summers Verdant vermillion Visions familiar A spiriter smother Intyranny covered Mysterious phaser A dithering withering Force ofContinue reading “Raptors”
Brilliant Blinding
Sand in the eyes So majestic Glittering grains of quartz Stinging and scarring
Tankgewehr
Tankgewehr A bipod resting On a low wall A bolt action Opened with a Meaty metal Jangle A single .525 caliber Cartridge Loaded in With a sliding Schwing against Soldering A curved Plate Locking back Into place With a lift And push Back to bolt The round A stamped And casted ingot Of power LoadedContinue reading “Tankgewehr”
Palpitation
Palpitation It wouldn’t be that memory Of stained glass dust now Scattered upon those grains Before the windows disintegrated It would be a high tide Of a rising kind pulled by A celestial body Further into the shoreline Where swells crash into Tiny tidepools and decorate Moon crabs with shards Of stained memories It wouldContinue reading “Palpitation”
Cyawlitoude
Cyawlitoude Wandering. Searching for What? Footsteps in the sand Of a desert With one tree of 40 fruit in Its center. It’s hot. There’s heat. Something comfy when sweat Beads up and rolls down The sides of your forehead To be cooled by a nearly Imperceptable wind. Every step from tired legs. Thousands of tracksContinue reading “Cyawlitoude”
Supersaw
Supersaw A buggy stops below a dune In an arid acrid jungle And a chainsaw dies As a fuel tank empties Halfway through a creature After chopping through a demon With a sharp evil eater Holes in a burned shirt expand While sparks from a rip cord land Third degree upon a hand Splitting onContinue reading “Supersaw”
Sand Dollar
Sand Dollar I have to leave soon Not for any bad reason No, I’m afraid this must be done In the name of progression I’ve cherished this island for so long Hiding the reverence I have As it hasn’t had time to Be made known Sequestered away Until It Erupted And in the dire cloudsContinue reading “Sand Dollar”
Consume Reality! 